Browsing the dim back corner
Of a musty antique shop
Opened an old book of poetry
Angels flew out from the pages
I caught the whiff of a soul
The ink seemed fresh as today
Was that voices whispering?
The tree of the paper still grows.
~Terri Guillemets

Some poetry I’ve read in the past has just never made sense or was too complex for my simple mind… But this one is simple, meaningful and sweet… Just like the person who penned it down 🙂
Looking forward to more of your work.. And yes congratulations on the award dear.